Chapter 109 I've never seen her like this before
Jiang Nuanzhi inexplicably felt her heart pounding.
The man before her, Li Rong, was quite unfamiliar to her. When she brought him home, he was just a slightly burly young man. He didn't even look like the father of the children; he could easily be mistaken for their older brother.
But now, when he talks about such things, it's as if he's talking about slaughtering a chicken. How to put it? It's a kind of indifference to life that's ingrained in his bones.
Jiang Nuanzhi was a doctor and a veterinarian, so she cherished life more than most people. For a moment, her face paled.
Looking at her slightly pale face, Li Rong belatedly realized that he seemed to have frightened her.
He touched his nose and said, "Take me there, I'll handle it."
Jiang Nuanzhi remained silent, and Li Rong inexplicably felt a little guilty. However, thinking about the man's background, his brows furrowed even more: "If we don't deal with him, we're afraid we'll bring disaster upon ourselves. This person is definitely not as simple as you think."
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at Li Rong, frowned and said, "I didn't think of people as simple. I just felt that he was my patient."
She sighed, "Besides, this illness was caused by me. Li Rong, I don't know what grudges you have against each other, but could you please not do this kind of thing at home? At least not in my pharmacy, okay?"
Li Rong was stunned; he had never seen Jiang Nuanzhi like this before.
Normally, Jiang Nuanzhi is always laughing and joking. She would even make jokes about him during her treatments, and it seems she rarely said anything serious.
Aside from counting money, this was the first time Li Rong had seen her so serious.
After a moment of silence, Li Rong touched his nose and said, "What I mean is, I would only take that step if I had no other choice. Don't worry, I certainly won't tarnish your place."
Seeing that Jiang Nuanzhi was still looking at him with wary eyes, Li Rong said in a muffled voice, "My legs are still not working properly, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't do it. You don't need to worry about me."
He's a general, a general who defends the country, not a murderous maniac. What is she wary of?
But after thinking about it, he smiled with a hint of self-deprecation.
What kind of general is he now?
On the day the house was raided, all sorts of insults still lingered in my ears.
I still vividly remember the sticky, rotten smell of eggs and vegetable leaves on my body.
Compared to the looks in those people's eyes, Jiang Nuanzhi's current little bit of guardedness is really not worth mentioning.
But for some reason, I felt a strange tightness in my chest.
Hearing him say that, Jiang Nuanzhi belatedly realized that he was also her patient, and her expression softened slightly: "Well, I'll go check on that person. If he really is a bad person, don't worry, I won't let him hurt the children."
Li Rong's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.
He watched as Jiang Nuanzhi left the house, his eyes lowered, his long eyelashes casting a shadow that concealed all the emotions in his eyes.
Jiang Nuanzhi originally wanted to go next door to see what kind of person the old man was, but the man remained unconscious until the next day. It was unusually quiet.
The next day, Jiang Nuanzhi and her family had already prepared the powder for making wound medicine and had begun to brew the medicine.
"Anuan, tell me the truth, can you really cure him? Or did you poison him and make him stupid?"
While helping Jiang Nuanzhi with her work, Lü Shizhu whispered something.
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
"Young Master! How many times do I have to say it? Crayfish themselves are not poisonous, it's just that some people can't eat them because they are allergic to them."
"It's good that he's not dead. You don't know, yesterday I was sleeping on the floor in the kitchen, and there wasn't a sound from his room. I was almost scared to death."
Jiang Nuanzhi was both amused and exasperated: "He's just asleep. He must have been exhausted earlier, right? Just keep an eye on him."
"Wait, young master, may I ask, what about the trust between us?"
Lu Shizhu touched his nose: "Of course I trust you, it was just a casual question."
"Alright, hurry up and light the small porcelain bottle. We can put it into jars as soon as this pot is done."
Yesterday I had nothing to do, so I spent the whole day grinding herbs.
The powder for making the wound medicine has been almost completely processed. Now, the most important step is to render lard and then start making the ointment.
This time, we're making a relatively large amount of ointment. Look at this medicine pot; it's filled quite a bit. We'll be boiling about ten kilograms of it.
Worried that boiling too much at once would result in uneven heating and the herbs clumping together, she boiled it in two batches.
The most important aspects of this ointment are dosage and application time, and she's very familiar with making wound medicine. It just takes a little more time.
The shopkeeper who made the porcelain bottles had already delivered the earthenware jars early on; they were finished in a rush.
It must be said that these ancient craftsmen were truly conscientious.
This small porcelain bottle is of excellent quality; there isn't a single flaw or crack.
Jiang Nuanzhi's first batch yielded quite a lot, which she poured directly into the pot using a funnel.
As soon as she poured it in, Lü Shizhu immediately grabbed some wax to seal it.
The two didn't work together perfectly, but they still managed to finish the hundred-plus bottles, albeit with some stumbling and difficulty.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Nuanzhi began to cook the second pot.
Rendering lard takes a while, so the waiter just needs to keep an eye on the fire.
Jiang Nuanzhi and Lü Shizhu went together to seal the wound that had just been filled with the wound medicine.
The mouths of these hundred or so bottles of wound medicine have just been sealed, and the lard has been rendered almost completely.
The golden, crispy pork cracklings were scooped out of the pot and placed on a wooden plate.
Jiang Nuanzhi rendered too much lard, so she filled her lard jar to the brim, using the remaining lard to make wound medicine.
"It smells so good."
Just as Jiang Nuanzhi and Lü Shizhu were busy with their tasks, they suddenly saw a pair of dark hands reaching out from their side.
The afterimage flashed by, and a corner of the pork cracklings in the plate was missing.
The two instinctively turned around and saw the dirty old man squatting behind them, holding a handful of pork cracklings and popping them into his mouth one by one. He chewed them with a crunchy sound, his mouth full of oil.
He seemed quite satisfied and even nodded, saying, "Delicious."
Pick up a piece of pork fat residue that was placed next to the stove.
Jiang Nuanzhi and Lü Shizhu exchanged a glance, blinked, and Jiang Nuanzhi asked, "When did he wake up?"
Lü Shizhu shook his head: "I don't know."
"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on things?"
"I thought you were watching me."
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"I've been awake for quite a while." The old man looked at Jiang Nuanzhi and then at Lü Shizhu, picked up a piece of pork crackling and threw it into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "I wanted to sleep a little longer, but I'm hungry."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
Lü Shizhu: "."
"Old man, where are you from?" Jiang Nuanzhi was still a bit wary of the old man, after all, someone like Li Rong who was on high alert was probably not simple.
Upon hearing this, the old man frowned deeply. He slowed down the pace of eating the pork cracklings, his brow furrowing more and more as he muttered, "Where...where did I come from? Where did I come from?"
"I remember falling into a big ditch while I was walking, and my head hurts so much!"
He banged his head twice, yelling, "Damn it, why can't I remember anything? Where did I come from?"
(End of this chapter)
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